The thought of closing this chapter in my life had me totally freaked out and scared. (Hell, I even cried while typing this.) From time to time I'd wonder, "What if it's all downhill from here? What if this is as good as it gets for me?" But, somehow, I just don't think that's true. I can't accept that this is my peak. I won't accept it. I'm choosing to view my 20s as a foundational layer. One of the introductory chapters in the story of my life. The plot can't help but thicken after a decade like that. A multitude of milestones lay ahead of me and I've decided that life can only get better in my 30s. I've got a lot more yet to accomplish and I'm ready to work for it.
The Boyfriend planned a surprise getaway for us this weekend to celebrate. I'm off to some unknown place to do some unknown things and I couldn't be more excited about it. I can't think of a more appropriate way to start this next adventure. Bring it on, 30s. I'm ready for you.
* I just realized this is my 430th post. How fitting.